Sunday, July 15, 2012

I am Worthy

No more will I be brought down
by someone elses words
I'll take my chin and raise it up
and stand without the cords
because I won't be chained up
and taken down like that
I'm better than the negative
I'll get past the regret
I know that I am worthy
of friends who trust in me
and ones that will stay by my side
and stick things out with me
I no longer will be the one
to dwell on misery
I have found a way to happiness
it has risen up in me
I wont let myself fall back
into my darkest mind
I'll pass through all my trials
and keep an open mind
because all things work out
in their own due time
and all my trials are blessings
they just change with time
they always make me stronger
they give me strength to give
and so I'll keep on living
cause this life is mine to live
I wouldn't want things any
other way than this
I feel I am wrapped up
in my own sweet cloud of bliss

The Door

The world will continue to rotate tomorrow as it did today
but nothing is ever the same.
  No moment is identical to any other
and no person is either.
  Knowing this makes goodbyes difficult-
because no matter how hard people try to stay in touch,
we can never recreate the circumstances that drew us together.
  We can never relive fond memories;
  and yet saying goodbye acts like a door-
  the people can choose to leave and never reopen the door,
or they can revisit the door and create new memories together.
  Whatever the case may be
we never forget those we loved
and those who loved us back will always meet us at the door again someday

Channeling Foreign Emotions

Channeling foreign emotions;
my frequency flows through your veins.
Blood type A now I'm tuning.
This spirit of mine is singing to you-
convincing your cells to recieve my sounds,
my screams and whispers and soft cries-
those things fleeing normal perception.
You hear me when I'm not speaking,
listening to my heart inside you
around you and without you.
Intertwined without a single touch.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

NonSimplicity

Passion of weeds
or love like a rose?
What do we sow
and whoever knows?

Typical symbols
of storybooks told-
chasing a rainbow,
looking for gold.
Greener pastures,
brighter days-
yonder where the sun doth play.

Maybe what we want to see
isn't always there,
hidden in a secret garden
along with other dreams ditched without care.

A castle for one
A bridge for another.
A fighting soldier
and star crossed lovers,
a distant friend
or a terrible foe-
where our life takes us
nobody knows.

Coupled with love
doubled with hate
Whichever we choose
is another man's fate.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

None the Same

I came across a man one day
And it seemed he had a lot to say
But it was only spoken with his eyes
For his voice was compromised

Through catching glance
He conveyed by chance
A love he had not gained
Looking back it was such a shame

A marvelous fellow
Although rather mellow
His smile overwhelmed one’s heart
Only then till he fell apart

For when sorrow took place
It appeared on his face
And his demeanor was as grey as the rain
But he loved her all the same

The man with telling eyes
Never could find a deflector or disguise
As the love he could never achieve
Became his swollen grief

Everyone could tell
The pain he could not quell
It ate him up inside
This love he never denied
But one he could not attain
For she loved him none the same

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Passerby

A statue stood in front of me
not quite the image I thought to see
for when I looked upon it's face
there was a mirrored image in it's place
But looking upon this molded stone
I realized it was all alone
except for I looking on I
yet I seemed to be just a passerby
Hardly recognizing what I saw
it seems I stood there in great awe
not because it was nearly artistic perfection
but due to the lack of knowing my own reflection

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Open Book

Looking through a different lens
than most people do
the message that I comprehend
is something meant for you
and if only you would take a look
you'd view my thoughts quite clearly
because I'm like an open book
and it only takes a query
to make me disclose what I see
it only takes time to behold it...
Oh what you could see!
And it all begins with me.